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ComCamGuy
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Re-edit #8236, 8238, and 8242 into #8242
On the Road to the House
Those words of Garen’s coming back to haunt her. He had to say it. ‘Clear and a million’. It was like a curse and she knew it when he said. She tried stop him but she couldn’t. Bekka was now cursing him as the weather starting to change from the bright sunny clear and a million to sheets of rain coming out of nowhere. It was one thing they could not control was the environment. It was the one thing they did not check either. DAMN IT.
She should have known, better even without weather reports, with how bad her joints were ached. She just blew the pain off, blaming it on all the loading and packing they were doing. She didn’t want to think it could possibly be weather. Then Garen had to go and open his mouth. ‘Clear and million!’ When will he learn. He had already said ‘Don’t worry, what could possibly go wrong. Trust me, we can do this. This will work’.
Storms were always impressive here where they come charging across the sea, then when they get compressed against the cliffs and ridgelines heading inland, they dump all their fury on the puny people below.
Bekka loved the rain. Correction, she loved watching and listening to the rain from the hot tub. She wasn’t as fond of it in her Subaru. A HMMWV was far from the comforts of her Subaru and this one with an open-topped, doorless HMMWV with useless wiper blades was even farther down her list. Sitting there in the seat watching the light of the setting sun as the rain getting soaked Bekka declared IT SUCKED!
Between the light fading, the weather and all the other addition problems being thrown at her, Bekka was trying to make calculations on the fly. She hated doing this. The weather was making it difficult to see without turning on the headlights but they had decided not use them.
Should she have them turn them on or just stop early to google up? The headlights would be useless but there was not really a good spot to stop yet. She didn’t want to do it until they were in a spot with less threat. The question in her mind now was how to outrun the darkness. It came down to how fast to go and still be safe. It would depend on how good the other drivers were.
When the first drops of rain hit, Angelique ducked down and grabbed her rain jacket. She was quick, not wanting to get too wet. She remembered one time she went camping and they got caught in a storm like this. She got soaked to bone. It was a bone chilling, shiver hard to get warm kind of cold even after she took the soaked clothes off. She remembered being in wrapped a bear skinned blanket with a cup of hot chocolate sitting by a roaring fire after her father found her and brought her back inside the cabin. He was scolding her for foolishness but she could see he was proud of her survival skills.
Paige hit a big bump in the road splashing water on Angelique, bringing her back to reality.
“Whoa I take my baths on Saturday nights. When we a hit a straight patch, I can hold the wheel so you can get your jacket on.” she told Paige. “You need to keep dry or you will catch a chill.”
She saw Paige was distracted now, splitting her attention between the road and the bag next to her. She ducked down again and grabbed the wheel.
“I got it, the wheel grab your jacket while you can. I don’t know what the road is like too far ahead so get it done girl.”
It didn’t take Paige long to pull her jacket on and get back on the wheel. They were traveling slower now, and the view out the front sucked. The wiper blades were almost non-existent and did nothing but smear things worse.
Angelique decided she had to stand back up to get a better view. That was what she was here for she reminded herself. Standing on the center hump, up through the turret hole, holding on she was had 360 view but the distance was still limited by the rain and fog. She was lucky if she could she barely a few feet around her. If she squinted She could almost see the shape of the front of Bekka’s HMMWV and the front of Doug’s Suburban in the back, but both were hazy in the sheets of driving rain. She wasn’t sure how much of a lookout she could be now. The road was becoming more treacherous with all the worries at hand. Soon they wouldn’t be able to see anyone else on the route.
Angelique hoped they would get home soon. She was cold, wet, and next to useless standing up here. She decided to crouch back down out of the rain for a while to think. Maybe someone would come up with a plan. It didn’t seem like it though as the convoy started to go slower and slower until finally Bekka made a call over the radio as they came to a full stop. It was about time everyone thought.
“Bear, lead swap. Tag, you’re it.”
As Doug pulled even with Bekka’s HMMWV, she rolled down the window.
“What’s up?”
“You’ve got windshield wipers and most of the rest of us don’t. At this point, you lead and we will just have to see the lights of the trailer in front of us.”
“Gotcha. If the wiper blades are toast, don’t use the wipers at all and you can see better than the smeary mess if you try to use them…or, we could wrap the driver’s blade in a roll of gauze, then it will at least wipe better.”
“We’re halfway home, let’s just press, but you have the lead.” Bekka said.
Moments later, the convoy was underway again, climbing up the ridgelines headed for home.
‘Clear and a million’ or will they make it our of this? Garen when will you learn.
On the Road to the House
Those words of Garen’s coming back to haunt her. He had to say it. ‘Clear and a million’. It was like a curse and she knew it when he said. She tried stop him but she couldn’t. Bekka was now cursing him as the weather starting to change from the bright sunny clear and a million to sheets of rain coming out of nowhere. It was one thing they could not control was the environment. It was the one thing they did not check either. DAMN IT.
She should have known, better even without weather reports, with how bad her joints were ached. She just blew the pain off, blaming it on all the loading and packing they were doing. She didn’t want to think it could possibly be weather. Then Garen had to go and open his mouth. ‘Clear and million!’ When will he learn. He had already said ‘Don’t worry, what could possibly go wrong. Trust me, we can do this. This will work’.
Storms were always impressive here where they come charging across the sea, then when they get compressed against the cliffs and ridgelines heading inland, they dump all their fury on the puny people below.
Bekka loved the rain. Correction, she loved watching and listening to the rain from the hot tub. She wasn’t as fond of it in her Subaru. A HMMWV was far from the comforts of her Subaru and this one with an open-topped, doorless HMMWV with useless wiper blades was even farther down her list. Sitting there in the seat watching the light of the setting sun as the rain getting soaked Bekka declared IT SUCKED!
Between the light fading, the weather and all the other addition problems being thrown at her, Bekka was trying to make calculations on the fly. She hated doing this. The weather was making it difficult to see without turning on the headlights but they had decided not use them.
Should she have them turn them on or just stop early to google up? The headlights would be useless but there was not really a good spot to stop yet. She didn’t want to do it until they were in a spot with less threat. The question in her mind now was how to outrun the darkness. It came down to how fast to go and still be safe. It would depend on how good the other drivers were.
When the first drops of rain hit, Angelique ducked down and grabbed her rain jacket. She was quick, not wanting to get too wet. She remembered one time she went camping and they got caught in a storm like this. She got soaked to bone. It was a bone chilling, shiver hard to get warm kind of cold even after she took the soaked clothes off. She remembered being in wrapped a bear skinned blanket with a cup of hot chocolate sitting by a roaring fire after her father found her and brought her back inside the cabin. He was scolding her for foolishness but she could see he was proud of her survival skills.
Paige hit a big bump in the road splashing water on Angelique, bringing her back to reality.
“Whoa I take my baths on Saturday nights. When we a hit a straight patch, I can hold the wheel so you can get your jacket on.” she told Paige. “You need to keep dry or you will catch a chill.”
She saw Paige was distracted now, splitting her attention between the road and the bag next to her. She ducked down again and grabbed the wheel.
“I got it, the wheel grab your jacket while you can. I don’t know what the road is like too far ahead so get it done girl.”
It didn’t take Paige long to pull her jacket on and get back on the wheel. They were traveling slower now, and the view out the front sucked. The wiper blades were almost non-existent and did nothing but smear things worse.
Angelique decided she had to stand back up to get a better view. That was what she was here for she reminded herself. Standing on the center hump, up through the turret hole, holding on she was had 360 view but the distance was still limited by the rain and fog. She was lucky if she could she barely a few feet around her. If she squinted She could almost see the shape of the front of Bekka’s HMMWV and the front of Doug’s Suburban in the back, but both were hazy in the sheets of driving rain. She wasn’t sure how much of a lookout she could be now. The road was becoming more treacherous with all the worries at hand. Soon they wouldn’t be able to see anyone else on the route.
Angelique hoped they would get home soon. She was cold, wet, and next to useless standing up here. She decided to crouch back down out of the rain for a while to think. Maybe someone would come up with a plan. It didn’t seem like it though as the convoy started to go slower and slower until finally Bekka made a call over the radio as they came to a full stop. It was about time everyone thought.
“Bear, lead swap. Tag, you’re it.”
As Doug pulled even with Bekka’s HMMWV, she rolled down the window.
“What’s up?”
“You’ve got windshield wipers and most of the rest of us don’t. At this point, you lead and we will just have to see the lights of the trailer in front of us.”
“Gotcha. If the wiper blades are toast, don’t use the wipers at all and you can see better than the smeary mess if you try to use them…or, we could wrap the driver’s blade in a roll of gauze, then it will at least wipe better.”
“We’re halfway home, let’s just press, but you have the lead.” Bekka said.
Moments later, the convoy was underway again, climbing up the ridgelines headed for home.
‘Clear and a million’ or will they make it our of this? Garen when will you learn.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
I am all for seeing how some of you see some of the characters
I have about 3800 pics on my pad for me to reference and inspire right now so far
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you.
Kiwibutterfly
Contributing Member
The second pic is more like what I imagine Garen to look like. I tried looking but none I checked out did anything for me lol... BUT thanks for the great story.
Lake Lili
Veteran Member
I have pictures for all my characters. I find it very useful.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
I have quite a few for each since I look at aspects of characters sometimes more than exact images.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
In the Lead
Doug wasn’t expecting to be in the lead. Bekka had him in the back to bat clean up. Now here he was, leading the convoy in the rain and failing light. That’s what he gets for swapping with Kara at the last minute. He wasn’t even sure why Bekka did it either. Just like a lot of things Bekka does, the explanations take a lot longer than just trusting she had a reason and doing it.
The farther up the road they went, the twitchier Doug got. He had to keep one eye on the road, one eye on his mirrors for the convoy behind him and one eye on the weather. That was one eye too many. He was constantly trying to stay on top of it and the weather was winning the tug of war.
He could see the final gap in the wall ahead of him. He knew once they made it through, they would drop down a couple hundred feet into a small meadow or depression full of trees the road meanders through, then up another ridgeline. Doug was hoping the ridges would take the piss out of the storm and they could finally outrun the damn thing.
The next thing he saw stole his hope. The rain on the windshield of the Suburban was now sleet or slush being pushed around by the wipers.
Doug wasn’t expecting to be in the lead. Bekka had him in the back to bat clean up. Now here he was, leading the convoy in the rain and failing light. That’s what he gets for swapping with Kara at the last minute. He wasn’t even sure why Bekka did it either. Just like a lot of things Bekka does, the explanations take a lot longer than just trusting she had a reason and doing it.
The farther up the road they went, the twitchier Doug got. He had to keep one eye on the road, one eye on his mirrors for the convoy behind him and one eye on the weather. That was one eye too many. He was constantly trying to stay on top of it and the weather was winning the tug of war.
He could see the final gap in the wall ahead of him. He knew once they made it through, they would drop down a couple hundred feet into a small meadow or depression full of trees the road meanders through, then up another ridgeline. Doug was hoping the ridges would take the piss out of the storm and they could finally outrun the damn thing.
The next thing he saw stole his hope. The rain on the windshield of the Suburban was now sleet or slush being pushed around by the wipers.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
More Murphy! thanks, CCG!
So true!!
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
When tasked w/ an ambush, ugly weather can be a real ally for the aggressor.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Training Building
It was close a couple of times. Once or twice they almost lost a vehicle off the side of the road. If it was to the uphill side, they might have lost the vehicle and the load until they could retrieve it. To the downhill side, they would have lost someone’s life along with everything they were driving and towing, a price not worth it for anything they were taking to the house.
By the time they reached the turn off sign, everyone was numb, both from the bone-chilling freezing rain and the stress of the driving conditions. As they cleared the gate, Bekka’s voice came over their radios.
“Angelique, close the gate. Doug, park outside the roll up door and drop the trailer so the Suburban doesn’t get blocked in. Everyone else, park down the left hand side, parallel to me.”
Bekka pulled to almost the very back of the bay to give everyone else a spot to park. As she watched the other pull in, she could see the havoc the freezing rain had caused with her fellow drivers. There were literal chunks of ice coming off their uniforms as they got out of the HMMWVs.
She gathered them up as she walked down the line of vehicles and trailers, headed towards the roll up door where Doug was standing. Before they got there, Angelique had joined them.
“Well, that sucked!” Bekka proclaimed to the group. She looked around the faces and saw no objections to her statement before she continued talking.
“OK, grab your gear, hop in the Suburban and get to the house. Everyone needs to hop in a hot shower and get some food in them right now.”
“Not that I’m disagreeing with you, and you guys are definitely hypothermic and need to fix it, but you say that like you aren’t coming with us to the house.” Doug commented, a worried look on his face.
“You and Heidi in the shower in my room, Paige in the shower in the guest bath, and Angelique and Allyson have their own showers. That leaves either me waiting and freezing, or I stay down here, use one of the showers here and then plot how we are going to move things around in the morning to make room for the next load before we head back down. Besides, I’m probably the only one of us who has spare clothes down here.”
“You sure?”
“Yup, get up there, get out of the wet stuff, get warm, get food, dry off weapons and electronics. I’ll be up later.” Bekka’s tone left no room to argue, not that anyone other than Doug had the energy to anyway. Soon the Suburban was headed up the hill, leaving Bekka standing in the middle of the bay.
It was close a couple of times. Once or twice they almost lost a vehicle off the side of the road. If it was to the uphill side, they might have lost the vehicle and the load until they could retrieve it. To the downhill side, they would have lost someone’s life along with everything they were driving and towing, a price not worth it for anything they were taking to the house.
By the time they reached the turn off sign, everyone was numb, both from the bone-chilling freezing rain and the stress of the driving conditions. As they cleared the gate, Bekka’s voice came over their radios.
“Angelique, close the gate. Doug, park outside the roll up door and drop the trailer so the Suburban doesn’t get blocked in. Everyone else, park down the left hand side, parallel to me.”
Bekka pulled to almost the very back of the bay to give everyone else a spot to park. As she watched the other pull in, she could see the havoc the freezing rain had caused with her fellow drivers. There were literal chunks of ice coming off their uniforms as they got out of the HMMWVs.
She gathered them up as she walked down the line of vehicles and trailers, headed towards the roll up door where Doug was standing. Before they got there, Angelique had joined them.
“Well, that sucked!” Bekka proclaimed to the group. She looked around the faces and saw no objections to her statement before she continued talking.
“OK, grab your gear, hop in the Suburban and get to the house. Everyone needs to hop in a hot shower and get some food in them right now.”
“Not that I’m disagreeing with you, and you guys are definitely hypothermic and need to fix it, but you say that like you aren’t coming with us to the house.” Doug commented, a worried look on his face.
“You and Heidi in the shower in my room, Paige in the shower in the guest bath, and Angelique and Allyson have their own showers. That leaves either me waiting and freezing, or I stay down here, use one of the showers here and then plot how we are going to move things around in the morning to make room for the next load before we head back down. Besides, I’m probably the only one of us who has spare clothes down here.”
“You sure?”
“Yup, get up there, get out of the wet stuff, get warm, get food, dry off weapons and electronics. I’ll be up later.” Bekka’s tone left no room to argue, not that anyone other than Doug had the energy to anyway. Soon the Suburban was headed up the hill, leaving Bekka standing in the middle of the bay.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Bekka
God, I’m tired! That drive shouldn’t have been that hard. Weather, darkness and open HMMWVs all played a part. Another part was worrying about everyone else. Even the half-baked plan for the drive back here came apart far too quickly. Two road diverts right off the bat because we were driving the wide as **** HMMWVs, then another one because of that partial roadblock or abandoned vehicle all made the route take longer. Then the weather hit.
When the weather showed up, we were far enough out it wasn’t very attractive to do the smart thing which would have been to either go back and launch after the storm was over or detour to one of our other identified shelter spots, most of which were behind us as well. Instead, I made the call to push. Was it the right call or get-home-itis?
When I made the lead swap, I cursed myself for swapping Doug for Kara in the Suburban. I don’t even know why I did it at the last minute. I didn’t have a problem with Doug’s driving ability. He did a good job, don’t get me wrong. The problem was me, Kara and Garen know the roads between here and the house the best and could naviguess on the fly easier than Doug.
The other option I could have done was keep everyone in the same places in the string and just swap vehicles, taking Doug’s Suburban up front for me to drive and having him drive my HMMWV, but part of me saw that as a dick move I was already wet and miserable. It’s been ingrained in me too long to take care of my people. The whole ‘don’t ask your troops to do something you wouldn’t or couldn’t do’ thing. Besides, everyone but Allyson had a lot more time driving HMMWVs than Doug and they can be quirky. As it was, we almost lost one or two coming here.
I did the math in my head on the drive to come up with the plan to get everyone warm, dry and fed. All of what I laid out to them was right and true. This way everyone gets right into the showers and gets to warm up without waiting for a turn, including me. I do have a locker with a couple changes of clothes down here. I do need to work my brain some and figure out the next steps of where we can stash stuff and make room for tomorrow’s run.
Tomorrow morning, we will unhitch the rest of the trailers and dense pack them at one end, then we can stack the cases from the backs of the HMMWVs under the trailers to conserve floor space. Once they are unloaded, we move the HMMWVs outside out of the way.
All of this was going through my head as I stood in the shower. It seemed to take forever for me to warm up. I know what I really need but I had to get warm and look at the bay for the giant game of Tetris. The hot tub will be there when I go up the hill to the house.
Finally, when I could stop shivering when I thought about getting out from under the cascade of hot water, I got dressed and started my next chores. Wet clothes in the drier, a glass of warm Gluhwein, and it was time to sit at the table and dry off my weapons and electronics. All of this was to give the rest time to finish with all the hectic crap of just getting in.
Hopefully by the time I get up there, everyone has headed to bed. We all need rest. Tomorrow is going to be another busy day.
God, I’m tired! That drive shouldn’t have been that hard. Weather, darkness and open HMMWVs all played a part. Another part was worrying about everyone else. Even the half-baked plan for the drive back here came apart far too quickly. Two road diverts right off the bat because we were driving the wide as **** HMMWVs, then another one because of that partial roadblock or abandoned vehicle all made the route take longer. Then the weather hit.
When the weather showed up, we were far enough out it wasn’t very attractive to do the smart thing which would have been to either go back and launch after the storm was over or detour to one of our other identified shelter spots, most of which were behind us as well. Instead, I made the call to push. Was it the right call or get-home-itis?
When I made the lead swap, I cursed myself for swapping Doug for Kara in the Suburban. I don’t even know why I did it at the last minute. I didn’t have a problem with Doug’s driving ability. He did a good job, don’t get me wrong. The problem was me, Kara and Garen know the roads between here and the house the best and could naviguess on the fly easier than Doug.
The other option I could have done was keep everyone in the same places in the string and just swap vehicles, taking Doug’s Suburban up front for me to drive and having him drive my HMMWV, but part of me saw that as a dick move I was already wet and miserable. It’s been ingrained in me too long to take care of my people. The whole ‘don’t ask your troops to do something you wouldn’t or couldn’t do’ thing. Besides, everyone but Allyson had a lot more time driving HMMWVs than Doug and they can be quirky. As it was, we almost lost one or two coming here.
I did the math in my head on the drive to come up with the plan to get everyone warm, dry and fed. All of what I laid out to them was right and true. This way everyone gets right into the showers and gets to warm up without waiting for a turn, including me. I do have a locker with a couple changes of clothes down here. I do need to work my brain some and figure out the next steps of where we can stash stuff and make room for tomorrow’s run.
Tomorrow morning, we will unhitch the rest of the trailers and dense pack them at one end, then we can stack the cases from the backs of the HMMWVs under the trailers to conserve floor space. Once they are unloaded, we move the HMMWVs outside out of the way.
All of this was going through my head as I stood in the shower. It seemed to take forever for me to warm up. I know what I really need but I had to get warm and look at the bay for the giant game of Tetris. The hot tub will be there when I go up the hill to the house.
Finally, when I could stop shivering when I thought about getting out from under the cascade of hot water, I got dressed and started my next chores. Wet clothes in the drier, a glass of warm Gluhwein, and it was time to sit at the table and dry off my weapons and electronics. All of this was to give the rest time to finish with all the hectic crap of just getting in.
Hopefully by the time I get up there, everyone has headed to bed. We all need rest. Tomorrow is going to be another busy day.
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sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Great chapters! Logistics and logic always carry the day! Thanks CCG!
larry_minn
Contributing Member
Thing is in SHTF. It’s unlikely you will have plenty of warm water, cloths dryer. In 60F house jeans can take 3 days to fully dry. (If no air movement) if you get wet. Getting almost dry, getting in dry cloths might be the best you can expect.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
That’s where a decent fire, or even well designed solar heating circulation will work wonders
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
In Garen and Bekka’s House
Andrea and Sabine were sitting at the table when the crew piled into the house.
“What the hell happened to you guys? You look like a dog threw up into a freezer?” Andrea exclaimed as she stood up.
They were wet, dripping water and slush as they walked in, Paige in the lead. When only Paige, Doug and Heidi came in, alarm bells started going off in Andera and Sabine’s heads.
“Where’s the rest?” Where’s Bekka?” shot out of Sabines mouth as she slowly got to her feet. The trip down to do the gate and training building was still being felt. She was recovering from her wounds, but it was a slow process.
“Angelique and Allyson went to their rooms in the garage and Bekka stayed down in the training building. Something about not enough showers up here.” Was Doug’s answer to Sabine.
“But what happened? We expected you well over an hour ago.” persisted Andrea as the crew shuffled by her.
“Topless HMMWVs and a thunderstorm with sleet.” Heidi said with chattering teeth.
“Right. Straight to the showers and warm up. Andrea has some hot food for when you thaw out.” Sabine waved them on towards the bedrooms as Andrea looked for a mop to clean up the puddles.
Andrea and Sabine were sitting at the table when the crew piled into the house.
“What the hell happened to you guys? You look like a dog threw up into a freezer?” Andrea exclaimed as she stood up.
They were wet, dripping water and slush as they walked in, Paige in the lead. When only Paige, Doug and Heidi came in, alarm bells started going off in Andera and Sabine’s heads.
“Where’s the rest?” Where’s Bekka?” shot out of Sabines mouth as she slowly got to her feet. The trip down to do the gate and training building was still being felt. She was recovering from her wounds, but it was a slow process.
“Angelique and Allyson went to their rooms in the garage and Bekka stayed down in the training building. Something about not enough showers up here.” Was Doug’s answer to Sabine.
“But what happened? We expected you well over an hour ago.” persisted Andrea as the crew shuffled by her.
“Topless HMMWVs and a thunderstorm with sleet.” Heidi said with chattering teeth.
“Right. Straight to the showers and warm up. Andrea has some hot food for when you thaw out.” Sabine waved them on towards the bedrooms as Andrea looked for a mop to clean up the puddles.
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Solar works when you have solar collectors, building mass and the ability to insulate the collectors (at night and certain seasons). Spend time filling voids and gaps to block infiltration. External shade blocking sun from 10a to 2p June to September.
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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
It was a good twenty minutes later when Paige emerged form the guest room out into the kitchen area where Andrea was stirring something in the stove.
“Better?” She asked Paige.
“I think I can feel my fingers again.”
“Have a seat at the table. I’ll bring you some food.”
“OK, what do we got?” Paige asked as she went to sit down. Sabine was cleaning up some books and papers on the kitchen side of the table so Paige sat on the side near the radio.
“Chili Mac, good keep you warm food.”
“Great! Three of us in one room and you’re feeding us chili.”
“It won’t be bad as long as we have the fireplace going in there, it burns of the methane.” Sabine commented as she walked towards the guest room they were staying in with her armload of books and papers.
“So how much more stuff is there to bring back?” Andera said over the clatter she was making in the kitchen.
“If we limit it to one or two trips a day, we are going to be busy all week.”
“There’s that much stuff?”
“There’s so much stuff, I could have filled our barn three times over and still not been done.”
“Damn! Like what?”
“This guy had pallets and pallets of stuff. Hell, I was looking through a tri-wall full of old tools. I’m talking about a four-foot cube box of things like ratchets, screwdrivers, sockets and shit. That’s not counting his actual workbench and toolboxes. This was just a big ass cardboard box full of extra shit!”
“And Garen and Bekka are looking to bring it all back?” Andera said, setting a bowl in front of Paige and heading back to the kitchen.
“Yeah. No good reason to not get it. Its not like they will expire, and they make good trading material. Tomorrow, I’m working on some more trucks, I think. There’s enough down there most the vehicles will get packed for a one-way trip to shuttle the stuff here. It means they don’t have to unload trucks and trailers to go get more.”
“Well, there is that. At least you’re off lifting and moving details for now.”
“Yeah…I’m still trying to get used to the idea. It just doesn’t feel real in my head. Pregnant.” Paige’s voice took a different tone now. She started to say something when the radio interrupted her.
“Better?” She asked Paige.
“I think I can feel my fingers again.”
“Have a seat at the table. I’ll bring you some food.”
“OK, what do we got?” Paige asked as she went to sit down. Sabine was cleaning up some books and papers on the kitchen side of the table so Paige sat on the side near the radio.
“Chili Mac, good keep you warm food.”
“Great! Three of us in one room and you’re feeding us chili.”
“It won’t be bad as long as we have the fireplace going in there, it burns of the methane.” Sabine commented as she walked towards the guest room they were staying in with her armload of books and papers.
“So how much more stuff is there to bring back?” Andera said over the clatter she was making in the kitchen.
“If we limit it to one or two trips a day, we are going to be busy all week.”
“There’s that much stuff?”
“There’s so much stuff, I could have filled our barn three times over and still not been done.”
“Damn! Like what?”
“This guy had pallets and pallets of stuff. Hell, I was looking through a tri-wall full of old tools. I’m talking about a four-foot cube box of things like ratchets, screwdrivers, sockets and shit. That’s not counting his actual workbench and toolboxes. This was just a big ass cardboard box full of extra shit!”
“And Garen and Bekka are looking to bring it all back?” Andera said, setting a bowl in front of Paige and heading back to the kitchen.
“Yeah. No good reason to not get it. Its not like they will expire, and they make good trading material. Tomorrow, I’m working on some more trucks, I think. There’s enough down there most the vehicles will get packed for a one-way trip to shuttle the stuff here. It means they don’t have to unload trucks and trailers to go get more.”
“Well, there is that. At least you’re off lifting and moving details for now.”
“Yeah…I’m still trying to get used to the idea. It just doesn’t feel real in my head. Pregnant.” Paige’s voice took a different tone now. She started to say something when the radio interrupted her.
223shootersc
Veteran Member
Thanks again, CCG! I just knew Cliff was hanging out with ole Murphy. Man what a pair!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Things were Simple Before
“Hey! That’s Veronica’s voice! Grab that! I’ve got my hands full!” Andrea said in a rush from the kitchen.
Paige turned to the radio from where she was at the table and grabbed the mic.
“Sprout here, good to hear your voice, V square.”
It was good to hear Veronica’s voice on the radio. She missed those guys and was looking forward to when the Vs and the rest were coming here. Veronica’s next statement was a bit of a shock.
“Sprout, we are about three or so days out but we have some sick people with us. Is my church partner around?”
“Three days out?” both Andrea and Paige said at once.
“As if things weren’t busy enough!” Andrea said looking at Paige by the radio.
“Well, shoot, they can help us with all this loading and dragging of shit.” Paige was trying to follow two thought trains at once. Church partner? Sabine. She was asking for Sabine. She keyed the mic.
“Hang on, I’ll get her.”
Paige stood up and went to the guest room where Sabine was just coming out of the bathroom.
“Hey! Veronica just called in on the radio and she says they are three days out and they are asking for you.”
“Those guys are that close? Shit! I guess we have company coming. Did they say what they needed me for?”
Paige could see the instant worry in Sabine’s face.
“No, but they are waiting for you on the radio so if you hurry up, we can all know.” Paige said with only partially mock severity.
Sabine walked out to the radio desk followed closely by Paige. As she sat at the desk, she grabbed a pen and the legal pad on the desktop before she answered the radio.
“I’m here guys. What do you have?”
There was no preamble, no lead up. Veronica started right into her problem.
“Mid-twenties female and five-year-old male, malnutrition, starvation and we aren’t sure what else. We have a former med tech who has been working on them with some food and fluids, but she said we don’t have the right supplies and she is too far removed from her training and experience to do much more than we have.” Veronica told her.
Sabine started writing as soon as Veronica started talking, her medical mind already racing down the inbound patient report, looking for the potential problems and pitfalls, evaluating the needs and trying to figure out the next steps to solve the puzzle.
Malnutrition and starvation can be linked, she knew. Starvation can quickly lead to malnutrition. A mid-twenty’s female isn’t at nearly as much risk as the five-year-old. As long as the food and fluids focus on protein, carbs, water, minerals and vitamins, it should be reversible, if they can get them into them. She didn’t know if they had nasogastric capability. Lots of little meals and balance was important as well.
The treatment formula popped into her head. F-75 therapeutic milk, low in protein, sodium and calories (0.9 g of protein and 75 kcal per 100 ml) is used in the initial phase of treatment for patients suffering from complicated SAM. It is used to cover basic needs while complications are being treated. It is given in 8 daily meals.
She would be hard pressed to get that exact in the field and would be winging it. A ‘former Med Tec’ with no current experience and an unknown background? Shit! Paige said they were three days out. Three days out can be four days too long.
“How far out are you?” Sabine was hoping they might be closer. Veronica ‘s answer dashed those hopes.
“About three days from the gates of the National Wilderness, we think.”
Shit, shit, shit. They didn’t even know how to find the right place either. Someone is going to have to meet them and show them the way. She needed to get with Bekka and Garen to figure out where the best place to get with them and lead them in. No time to do that this instant on the radio now. It’s going to take some serious planning. It’s not like they just want to give them a street address and let them follow their cell phone map. She knew it was all about secrecy when possible. No need to broadcast their position to the world. Well, step one, find out if they have maps and get them headed this way. They had three days to get the link up finalized. Back to the radio.
“Do you have good maps of up here?” Sabine crossed her fingers, hoping for the right answer.
“Yeah. Why?” came Veronica’s confused reply.
“Yes!” Sabine shouted. Since they had maps, then there should be a way to talk them to a location for the link up. She keyed the mic, the words flowing now. She could get things moving.
“OK, we are going to bring you to a different spot to meet up and show you how to get the rest of the way here. Keep coming forward and we will get with you same time tomorrow night to give you more details about where and how. Tell your medic gentle food and plenty of warm fluid goes a long way. I’ll turn you back over to Sprout so I can go start getting things ready. See you soon.”
Sabine handed the mic to Paige.
“Is 24 hours enough time to plan something like this?” came Andrea’s question to Sabine from the kitchen.
“At the very least, it gives us enough time to get a handle on it and start forward with something. Those people need more medical help than they can provide and especially with a five-year-old, time is critical. I need another book or two so I can build a treatment plan we can work easily in the field.”
“On your way by, see if Doug and Heidi are on their way out here. I’m going to go get Allyson and see if Angelique can run down and get Bekka. She’s the brain we need on this as soon as possible. There’s more chili mac on the stove.” Andrea said on her way towards the stairs to the basement and the tunnelway to the garage.
Paige keyed the mic to finish up with Veronica and crew. They had planning to get to.
“OK, guys. I’m not sure what route you are coming in on, but be careful, stay out of towns and don’t let your guard down until we link up near here. We will get you more info tomorrow.”
“Got it. Drive on and talk tomorrow.” Veronica answered. Paige thought Veronica sounded a bit frustrated. Well, it could be the sick people or the lack of definitive answers to their question.
“Sprout out.” There was work to do. She pulled a set of the map books from on top of the desk. Flipping them open, she started looking as she ate her chili mac.
“Hey! That’s Veronica’s voice! Grab that! I’ve got my hands full!” Andrea said in a rush from the kitchen.
Paige turned to the radio from where she was at the table and grabbed the mic.
“Sprout here, good to hear your voice, V square.”
It was good to hear Veronica’s voice on the radio. She missed those guys and was looking forward to when the Vs and the rest were coming here. Veronica’s next statement was a bit of a shock.
“Sprout, we are about three or so days out but we have some sick people with us. Is my church partner around?”
“Three days out?” both Andrea and Paige said at once.
“As if things weren’t busy enough!” Andrea said looking at Paige by the radio.
“Well, shoot, they can help us with all this loading and dragging of shit.” Paige was trying to follow two thought trains at once. Church partner? Sabine. She was asking for Sabine. She keyed the mic.
“Hang on, I’ll get her.”
Paige stood up and went to the guest room where Sabine was just coming out of the bathroom.
“Hey! Veronica just called in on the radio and she says they are three days out and they are asking for you.”
“Those guys are that close? Shit! I guess we have company coming. Did they say what they needed me for?”
Paige could see the instant worry in Sabine’s face.
“No, but they are waiting for you on the radio so if you hurry up, we can all know.” Paige said with only partially mock severity.
Sabine walked out to the radio desk followed closely by Paige. As she sat at the desk, she grabbed a pen and the legal pad on the desktop before she answered the radio.
“I’m here guys. What do you have?”
There was no preamble, no lead up. Veronica started right into her problem.
“Mid-twenties female and five-year-old male, malnutrition, starvation and we aren’t sure what else. We have a former med tech who has been working on them with some food and fluids, but she said we don’t have the right supplies and she is too far removed from her training and experience to do much more than we have.” Veronica told her.
Sabine started writing as soon as Veronica started talking, her medical mind already racing down the inbound patient report, looking for the potential problems and pitfalls, evaluating the needs and trying to figure out the next steps to solve the puzzle.
Malnutrition and starvation can be linked, she knew. Starvation can quickly lead to malnutrition. A mid-twenty’s female isn’t at nearly as much risk as the five-year-old. As long as the food and fluids focus on protein, carbs, water, minerals and vitamins, it should be reversible, if they can get them into them. She didn’t know if they had nasogastric capability. Lots of little meals and balance was important as well.
The treatment formula popped into her head. F-75 therapeutic milk, low in protein, sodium and calories (0.9 g of protein and 75 kcal per 100 ml) is used in the initial phase of treatment for patients suffering from complicated SAM. It is used to cover basic needs while complications are being treated. It is given in 8 daily meals.
She would be hard pressed to get that exact in the field and would be winging it. A ‘former Med Tec’ with no current experience and an unknown background? Shit! Paige said they were three days out. Three days out can be four days too long.
“How far out are you?” Sabine was hoping they might be closer. Veronica ‘s answer dashed those hopes.
“About three days from the gates of the National Wilderness, we think.”
Shit, shit, shit. They didn’t even know how to find the right place either. Someone is going to have to meet them and show them the way. She needed to get with Bekka and Garen to figure out where the best place to get with them and lead them in. No time to do that this instant on the radio now. It’s going to take some serious planning. It’s not like they just want to give them a street address and let them follow their cell phone map. She knew it was all about secrecy when possible. No need to broadcast their position to the world. Well, step one, find out if they have maps and get them headed this way. They had three days to get the link up finalized. Back to the radio.
“Do you have good maps of up here?” Sabine crossed her fingers, hoping for the right answer.
“Yeah. Why?” came Veronica’s confused reply.
“Yes!” Sabine shouted. Since they had maps, then there should be a way to talk them to a location for the link up. She keyed the mic, the words flowing now. She could get things moving.
“OK, we are going to bring you to a different spot to meet up and show you how to get the rest of the way here. Keep coming forward and we will get with you same time tomorrow night to give you more details about where and how. Tell your medic gentle food and plenty of warm fluid goes a long way. I’ll turn you back over to Sprout so I can go start getting things ready. See you soon.”
Sabine handed the mic to Paige.
“Is 24 hours enough time to plan something like this?” came Andrea’s question to Sabine from the kitchen.
“At the very least, it gives us enough time to get a handle on it and start forward with something. Those people need more medical help than they can provide and especially with a five-year-old, time is critical. I need another book or two so I can build a treatment plan we can work easily in the field.”
“On your way by, see if Doug and Heidi are on their way out here. I’m going to go get Allyson and see if Angelique can run down and get Bekka. She’s the brain we need on this as soon as possible. There’s more chili mac on the stove.” Andrea said on her way towards the stairs to the basement and the tunnelway to the garage.
Paige keyed the mic to finish up with Veronica and crew. They had planning to get to.
“OK, guys. I’m not sure what route you are coming in on, but be careful, stay out of towns and don’t let your guard down until we link up near here. We will get you more info tomorrow.”
“Got it. Drive on and talk tomorrow.” Veronica answered. Paige thought Veronica sounded a bit frustrated. Well, it could be the sick people or the lack of definitive answers to their question.
“Sprout out.” There was work to do. She pulled a set of the map books from on top of the desk. Flipping them open, she started looking as she ate her chili mac.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you, gonna get crowed lol.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The Training Building
Bekka was standing in the big equipment bay looking at the rows of HMMWVs and trailers, trying to see what the next round of Tetris would be when she heard running feet headed towards the end door. Moments later Angelique came bursting in.
“What’s wrong?”
“We need you back at the house.” Angelique blurted as she worked at catching her breath from her run.
“Why? What’s happened?” Bekka was instantly on guard, her mind racing in a million directions at once. An attack on Garen’s group? Intruders here on the property? Trouble at Larissa’s or Karl’s?
“The group coming from Utah just called in. They are three days out and have a medical emergency. Sabine says we need to get to them.”
“NOW?” Bekka’s brain locked up and slammed into a whole different direction. Why now? Right now, they had everything committed and focused at the first major task since the whole shit show of getting Paige’s group here. Two thirds of their people and assets were all hip deep in the effort to bring Odina in, get her settled and get all the stuff Ezekiel left them gathered and brough here.
Five days earlier or five days later and they would have plenty of people and plenty of assets, but they called in tonight with a medical issue driving the timeline to a ‘can’t wait’ status. ****!
In spite of the feeling of shock and surprise with this major problem dumped in their lap, her brain started to dissect the problem. Her mantra was basically the same as Garen’s when it came to planning for things like this; no surprise since they were taught by the same people. It’s like eating an elephant, you work one steak at a time.
“Let me grab my shit.”
Bekka was standing in the big equipment bay looking at the rows of HMMWVs and trailers, trying to see what the next round of Tetris would be when she heard running feet headed towards the end door. Moments later Angelique came bursting in.
“What’s wrong?”
“We need you back at the house.” Angelique blurted as she worked at catching her breath from her run.
“Why? What’s happened?” Bekka was instantly on guard, her mind racing in a million directions at once. An attack on Garen’s group? Intruders here on the property? Trouble at Larissa’s or Karl’s?
“The group coming from Utah just called in. They are three days out and have a medical emergency. Sabine says we need to get to them.”
“NOW?” Bekka’s brain locked up and slammed into a whole different direction. Why now? Right now, they had everything committed and focused at the first major task since the whole shit show of getting Paige’s group here. Two thirds of their people and assets were all hip deep in the effort to bring Odina in, get her settled and get all the stuff Ezekiel left them gathered and brough here.
Five days earlier or five days later and they would have plenty of people and plenty of assets, but they called in tonight with a medical issue driving the timeline to a ‘can’t wait’ status. ****!
In spite of the feeling of shock and surprise with this major problem dumped in their lap, her brain started to dissect the problem. Her mantra was basically the same as Garen’s when it came to planning for things like this; no surprise since they were taught by the same people. It’s like eating an elephant, you work one steak at a time.
“Let me grab my shit.”
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223shootersc
Veteran Member
Time to re-access and incorporate! Thanks, CCG!
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Indeed it is.
“Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome” may be a USMC slogan/mantra but its a damned good one particularly in such circumstances as this story line. Failing to hit that mark can be fatal in real life scenarios.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
At the House
Angelique and Bekka walked into the house to find Andrea, Doug, Sabine, Paige, Heidi and Allyson all standing around the table, staring at the map.
“Great. Wonderful. Catch me up.” Bekka proclaimed as she joined them. Sabine was the first to answer Bekka.
“Two critical medical patients with the group coming in from the Salt Lake area.”
“And you say they are three days out?”
“They say they are three days out from the front gate of the park.” Sabine clarified.
“How many people and vehicles?”
Bekka saw some sheepish looks glancing around the table. She knew there would probably be no good answers to all the questions she had at this point, but she had to try.
“OK, so not sure of how many, either people or vehicles, so what type of vehicles, speed capability, on road verses off road ability, driving experience, safe or being chased, projected route to here, exact current location and a whole lot of other f’ng important questions end up with a big ‘hell if we know’ for an answer! Right?” Bekka had tried to keep a handle on her temper, but she was worn out and frustrated so a little leaked out as she spoke.
She looked over at Andrea. “With the comm plan, when is next contact with them?”
Andrea looked pleased to actually have something Bekka wanted. “Sabine told them to press forward another day’s worth of travel and they are supposed to call in 24 hours from now.”
“So, in a nutshell, what you are telling me is I have twenty-four hours to plan a link-up location, select a team, prep gear, maps, comm plan, a covert way to get them the info on where to meet us, all at the same time over half of us are down with Garen and Odina doing something that has to keep going, otherwise we risk losing the assets down there we are hoping to retrieve.” Now it wasn’t her temper peeking through, but her frustration at the task laid before her.
Bekka looked around the table. She could see the size of the task was beginning to hit home to them. Most were looking somber now. Most, not all. She saw Allyson looking at her, a lopsided grin on her face. Bekka snapped at her.
“What!”
Allyson kept grinning. “That’s a hell of a Happy Meal. You want fries with that?”
That broke the mood. As soon as Bekka chuckled, so did everyone else.
“OK, people. For us to do this, we are going to work our asses off. Somebody crank up some coffee. Sabine, I need a real world no shit estimate of what you need to take over treatment for these two. They are obviously in their vehicles now. I need to know if we can leave them in their vehicles or do we need to bring something big enough to do a full-fledged snatch and run. Doug, you know the roads east and south of the park best. We need somewhere we can link up, which means we need somewhere we can hide and watch them arrive, with plenty of parking or maneuvering room if we have to juggle vehicles around. We don’t want to be too far out though. Remember, we will bring them here first, just like last time.”
“What do you need the rest of us to do?” Heidi asked.
Bekka had the first inkling of a plan forming in her head. She figured they would just do a sort of escort since there wasn’t any reference of other needs besides the medical issue. That meant they could use small fast and nimble vehicles instead of these freight haulers they have been driving. She couldn’t strip all the people from Garen’s location.
Who did she know she needed? Sabine for the medical. But what if they had the sick in two vehicles? She might need a second medic. She knew she needed two good drivers. Well, the best two were her and Allyson. They didn’t need Allyson’s truck though. Sneak in and blaze away? They could actually use the Subaru and the Hyena. If she had Allyson driving, that meant, if she needed another medic, she could swap her out and have someone else drive, but that wasn’t a great idea unless it was an emergency.
She at least had her two drivers. She knew the Subaru was up for it, but she had to empty stuff out and reset it, the Hyena too.
“Heidi, Allyson and Angelique, if you guys could go get the Hyena set for a run, six cans and your gear, Allyson. I figure the drivers will be me in the Subaru ad Allyson in the Hyena. I’m still working on the rest.” She turned to Paige and Andrea.
"The rest of us are going to work some of the communications and link up procedures with I try to figure out who else is going with Allyson, Sabine and me.”
Angelique and Bekka walked into the house to find Andrea, Doug, Sabine, Paige, Heidi and Allyson all standing around the table, staring at the map.
“Great. Wonderful. Catch me up.” Bekka proclaimed as she joined them. Sabine was the first to answer Bekka.
“Two critical medical patients with the group coming in from the Salt Lake area.”
“And you say they are three days out?”
“They say they are three days out from the front gate of the park.” Sabine clarified.
“How many people and vehicles?”
Bekka saw some sheepish looks glancing around the table. She knew there would probably be no good answers to all the questions she had at this point, but she had to try.
“OK, so not sure of how many, either people or vehicles, so what type of vehicles, speed capability, on road verses off road ability, driving experience, safe or being chased, projected route to here, exact current location and a whole lot of other f’ng important questions end up with a big ‘hell if we know’ for an answer! Right?” Bekka had tried to keep a handle on her temper, but she was worn out and frustrated so a little leaked out as she spoke.
She looked over at Andrea. “With the comm plan, when is next contact with them?”
Andrea looked pleased to actually have something Bekka wanted. “Sabine told them to press forward another day’s worth of travel and they are supposed to call in 24 hours from now.”
“So, in a nutshell, what you are telling me is I have twenty-four hours to plan a link-up location, select a team, prep gear, maps, comm plan, a covert way to get them the info on where to meet us, all at the same time over half of us are down with Garen and Odina doing something that has to keep going, otherwise we risk losing the assets down there we are hoping to retrieve.” Now it wasn’t her temper peeking through, but her frustration at the task laid before her.
Bekka looked around the table. She could see the size of the task was beginning to hit home to them. Most were looking somber now. Most, not all. She saw Allyson looking at her, a lopsided grin on her face. Bekka snapped at her.
“What!”
Allyson kept grinning. “That’s a hell of a Happy Meal. You want fries with that?”
That broke the mood. As soon as Bekka chuckled, so did everyone else.
“OK, people. For us to do this, we are going to work our asses off. Somebody crank up some coffee. Sabine, I need a real world no shit estimate of what you need to take over treatment for these two. They are obviously in their vehicles now. I need to know if we can leave them in their vehicles or do we need to bring something big enough to do a full-fledged snatch and run. Doug, you know the roads east and south of the park best. We need somewhere we can link up, which means we need somewhere we can hide and watch them arrive, with plenty of parking or maneuvering room if we have to juggle vehicles around. We don’t want to be too far out though. Remember, we will bring them here first, just like last time.”
“What do you need the rest of us to do?” Heidi asked.
Bekka had the first inkling of a plan forming in her head. She figured they would just do a sort of escort since there wasn’t any reference of other needs besides the medical issue. That meant they could use small fast and nimble vehicles instead of these freight haulers they have been driving. She couldn’t strip all the people from Garen’s location.
Who did she know she needed? Sabine for the medical. But what if they had the sick in two vehicles? She might need a second medic. She knew she needed two good drivers. Well, the best two were her and Allyson. They didn’t need Allyson’s truck though. Sneak in and blaze away? They could actually use the Subaru and the Hyena. If she had Allyson driving, that meant, if she needed another medic, she could swap her out and have someone else drive, but that wasn’t a great idea unless it was an emergency.
She at least had her two drivers. She knew the Subaru was up for it, but she had to empty stuff out and reset it, the Hyena too.
“Heidi, Allyson and Angelique, if you guys could go get the Hyena set for a run, six cans and your gear, Allyson. I figure the drivers will be me in the Subaru ad Allyson in the Hyena. I’m still working on the rest.” She turned to Paige and Andrea.
"The rest of us are going to work some of the communications and link up procedures with I try to figure out who else is going with Allyson, Sabine and me.”
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223shootersc
Veteran Member
Time to fly.... Thanks CCG!
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Out in the Garage
The three were soon in the garage looking at the Hyena. Heidi saw it looked different than the last time she was here.
“What’s that thing?” She asked, pointing to a chunk of pierced matting above the engine.
“Garen got the idea from some pictures he dug up a while back for a spare tire mount. He made it so a person could also sit on it in a pinch, kinda like the later models that had a third seat for a gunner.” Allyson answered as she got to work adding fuel cans to the oversized baskets along the sides.
“Looks like it would be a hell of a ride.” was Heidi’s reply looking at it.
“Probably not nearly as vomit-inducing as it would be if you had to ride in the stokes litter basket in the brackets he added on the hood.” Angelique said as she brough two five-gallon water jugs to the baskets.
Heidi looked at the brackets at the base of the windshield. She could see where the stokes would rest. She got a shiver at the thought of riding sideways like that at speed. She looked up at the other two.
“You two seem to know what Bekka already expects done out here. Let me know how I can help.”
Allyson pointed to the back of the garage. “Why don’t yo0u grab the two piece stokes basket. We will strap it down on the hood upside down. There’s a couple bags with it too. Those have all the straps and shit in them.”
“Alright, be right back.”
Angelique looked at Allyson. “Who do you think she is going to pick to go with you guys?”
“I don’t know but I bet we will find out soon. Can you start checking the fluids while I grab my med ruck?”
“Sure”
The three were soon in the garage looking at the Hyena. Heidi saw it looked different than the last time she was here.
“What’s that thing?” She asked, pointing to a chunk of pierced matting above the engine.
“Garen got the idea from some pictures he dug up a while back for a spare tire mount. He made it so a person could also sit on it in a pinch, kinda like the later models that had a third seat for a gunner.” Allyson answered as she got to work adding fuel cans to the oversized baskets along the sides.
“Looks like it would be a hell of a ride.” was Heidi’s reply looking at it.
“Probably not nearly as vomit-inducing as it would be if you had to ride in the stokes litter basket in the brackets he added on the hood.” Angelique said as she brough two five-gallon water jugs to the baskets.
Heidi looked at the brackets at the base of the windshield. She could see where the stokes would rest. She got a shiver at the thought of riding sideways like that at speed. She looked up at the other two.
“You two seem to know what Bekka already expects done out here. Let me know how I can help.”
Allyson pointed to the back of the garage. “Why don’t yo0u grab the two piece stokes basket. We will strap it down on the hood upside down. There’s a couple bags with it too. Those have all the straps and shit in them.”
“Alright, be right back.”
Angelique looked at Allyson. “Who do you think she is going to pick to go with you guys?”
“I don’t know but I bet we will find out soon. Can you start checking the fluids while I grab my med ruck?”
“Sure”
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Around the Table
Doug, Paige, Andrea and Bekka were looking at the map, trying to find the right spot to pull off the link up. Sabine was down in the basement topping off her medical gear for the pick up.
“With what you are describing, I might know a place or two. How far out and how far east were you thinking?” Doug asked without looking up from the map.
“I was thinking mostly east and under two-hundred miles. Location needs at least two or three ways in and out. Our route there won’t be the same way we come back. We won’t make that mistake again.” Bekka’s voice had a sad note of conviction now.
“Well,” Doug’s finger roved over the map, first this way, then that. Finally, he found whatever he was looking for.
OK, I got a couple spots. One of them is an old church, well, what’s left of a church. I think it’s just the foundation now, but the parking area is still mostly clear, at least of big trees the last time I was by there.”
“Sounds good, but what’s the other one?”
“It’s an old elementary school. The building is still standing enough we can hide behind it or in it, depending on what we find.”
“Lets go with the church one. Trying to see around a building makes the school one not a good choice.”
“OK, it’s right here.” He pointed to a spot on the map.
Bekka had target. The plan was starting to come together.
Doug, Paige, Andrea and Bekka were looking at the map, trying to find the right spot to pull off the link up. Sabine was down in the basement topping off her medical gear for the pick up.
“With what you are describing, I might know a place or two. How far out and how far east were you thinking?” Doug asked without looking up from the map.
“I was thinking mostly east and under two-hundred miles. Location needs at least two or three ways in and out. Our route there won’t be the same way we come back. We won’t make that mistake again.” Bekka’s voice had a sad note of conviction now.
“Well,” Doug’s finger roved over the map, first this way, then that. Finally, he found whatever he was looking for.
OK, I got a couple spots. One of them is an old church, well, what’s left of a church. I think it’s just the foundation now, but the parking area is still mostly clear, at least of big trees the last time I was by there.”
“Sounds good, but what’s the other one?”
“It’s an old elementary school. The building is still standing enough we can hide behind it or in it, depending on what we find.”
“Lets go with the church one. Trying to see around a building makes the school one not a good choice.”
“OK, it’s right here.” He pointed to a spot on the map.
Bekka had target. The plan was starting to come together.